The Space Between

“I wore “fine” like it fit me, and carried lonely like a friend.”

“I got good at being easy, being fine, being ready—even when I wasn’t.”

“If I say it out loud, does it change us? Or does it finally name us?”

“I’m not “almost,” I’m next.”

“It’s the way you don’t rush the truth, the way you listen with your whole face.”

“I catch myself saving things to tell you, like my day isn’t done till you know.”

“I’d cross the whole city just to hear what you haven’t said.”

“The hallway light stays on too long, like it’s trying to be kind.”

“Some nights heal without a story. Some nights just soften the edges.”